One of things Pop used to make for us were popovers (no relation). Simple to prepare and
to us, a wee bit magical. He knew the “trick” and they always came out perfectly, crusty on the outside with a soft buttery interior. I have tried to make them but they don’t quite seem the same. It might be recipe or the oven, but I wonder if it’s just whimsical memory
having its way.
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